For the life of me, I can't remember a week that has inflicted so much pain as these last few days. Sitting here writing this blog, in the quiet of my garage-cum-office space, I feel quite numb, worn out by the burdon that's upon my shoulders.
I have to go back to basics and remember that the evil which I'd thought was well and truely quelled by my positive attitude, is always there ready to fuck me over when my guard is down.
I cannot give too much detail, but suffice to say that I'm dealing with this downer as best as I can, and all being well, one day at a time, the fading light will gain in luminosity as time moves forward. To deal with this bout of heavy depression, I have turned to cooking (which I enjoy), and spending a lot of time in the kitchen, being creative if you could call it that.
It won't beat me, I will fight on, there are going to be lots more moments, I need to rebuild my armour.